Today I took some first steps on my own. I think I took, like, five in a row, but I lost count after three. Learning to walk is both exciting and scarey at the same time. Exciting because I'm becoming a big girl, and scarey because I might fall. How I handle it is that I take a couple of steps and then plop down right away so that I don't fall. Mommy says I could take more if I wanted to, but what's the rush? Sometimes I build up a "momentum" and I can't stop. This is very scarey and exciting, and I can't help but to cry and laugh at the same time. I know I shouldn't cry, but I can't help it. What I really want to do is walk while carrying something, like the shampoo bottle. That really is my favorite thing to do. Mommy tries to discourage me from carrying things-she says "walking is hard enough, don't muddy the waters", but I feel so "self-sufficient" when I can get to where I want to go and bring what I want to with me. I don't listen to her and I realize now that I don't always have to. I like to test her. Why you might ask is it that I like to carry the shampoo bottle around, well there are two reasons: one, Mommy doesn't allow me to play with it, and two, I value clean hair above all else.
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